Cruel Wind

Away!

I do not love you.

Be gone with your howling. Crying, keening, leave me be. Wretched thing!

You threaten me in my peace. You are the sound of the throbbing at my temples. You are the warning bell ominous. You are the sense of dread, my aching head, have you no remorse you monster? I do not love you. Go away.

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